Diss The Emcee Above You

[pup]

aye fig u my nig, u show respect unlike dese fakes,
ill cut em up, put my balls on theyre chin, while my knees shake,
fuck these clowns, ill put em down i'm an american eagle i fly high
they fly low, lil niggas with accents like geico, n they all goin die slow,
fuck them, im real, i got an ak47 extended clip to prove it,
ill reek havor, so move it, im a bad man, cus i'm bout to abuse kids,
bitch my minds not right, im in my zone high off drough,
got me thinkin im a clone to this fake society, do u see the third eye in me?
u niggas more phony then the government, n u weak like niggas in concentration camps,
suck my dick, words wont express wat ima do to yal, i'm known for stompin hatin tramps

[Scripter]

Originally Posted by pup

we can take this to the streets, fuck the heat, i'll pop you geeks,
It'll be ugly, cus i wont use guns, Ill use my hands to rock you to sleep,
u got 3 niggas in your profile pic, n to top it off u still aint got ya dick wet,
i fucked ya mom, ya sister, ya daughter, and ya crush i put my dick down that chicks neck,
n for the next person to spit theyre shit next, u lie when u say u spittin techs,
i'll com with 151 shots to ya head like u was at the club gettin wet!
but back to script, i think u a real bitch, naw i Know This Maaaan

3.

pup your rhymes like your coat soft
pop a geek naw you'll go to sleep
with one right cross
name you ed
cause you a dumb dog
yeah I am lion maaaan
your just bull shit...
an stfu when the king talks...
He talks about my family again an...
I'll have his balls cut off
you fit the profile of a pedophile
the way you just come off
I'll give you 151 ways to die screaming
while I shave the pin on that tough talk
I said I am the tech you dumb fuck
that means I could be reading your screen
switching your words and your meaning
shit if I wanted to ...I could be him
and have him killed by his own team
understand that I find flaws...

[e11even]

Ur so sweet :)

U remind me of goat testicle meat
Ur flows are lesbian queefs
Hessian tools, equestrian chief
Calvary Sessions to seige
Ur family tree.
U scribe while I'm a marksman slash artisan elite
Ur wrist cartilage has parkinson's, u targettin me?
No, ur a mark named Eugene
Bartender at the Hard Cock Cafe
Underneath that grill/bar in Queens.
Ironic. Plus pills, scars, n screams
Is ur daily deal. Hard to dream,
So u watch dill porn till hard, then cream.
Bitch, life deals cards you need,
You seethe, decieve, plot till all Can see
How much a false script fucks up
All the scenes.
Fin.

[Exis]

; )

Vivid yet vague,
I'm clearly an intellect that's outwitted your brain
If my shit is too hot for you go and sit in the shade
I deliver blisterin' rays son,
so inconsistent since day one's just considered as lame
and havin' dick in your face does
little you gay fuck
'cept make you dribble on repeat
like some skippin' Lil' 'ole Wayne stuff.

[e11even]

Exis, u exist to bore.
Exit, you malignant cyst, blistered sore.
You resisting bitch. Listful whore.
I insist in quip u enlisted more,
But u insist i quit to reminisce this score.

0-0.

Well send in Scrip. He'll decrypt this more.
Oh. N does ur bitch ur bitch give sips til the dick gets sore?

Just curious.

[Exis]

Stutter a little, mutter some bullshit 'til the mush turns to dribble
bein' in love with yourself bitch
makes me want you to cuddle a pistol
I'm what scud is to missile
your the crud within bristles after sweepin' your ass
the fuckin' meanin' of trash
should keep to leakin' your rags over us discontinued.

[e11even]

switch the venue due to it reaking of your recent misuse.
excuses sneak through lip grooves in squeaks. You bitch, you.
Nickel finished to a whistling streak- just to nick you.
strips of tissue ripped from limbs to gristle, ribs and dick too.
Some shit outta horror... kinda like Exis's Mrs. to
be honest. No commas in his miniscule agenda. No gifts to garner.
He's my dish's garnish. His dishes garbage, each quip is a miss and tard-ish.
Barely a trophy kill, due to the fact that i just dynamite-clipped a swordfish.
His mangles stuffed on my mantle forces my every chuckle at his poor handle.
The more he dances in stanza, the more he fumbles the candle.
The decorated Lord judges the vandal. DEATH BY BEHEADING!
Watch as the swine becomes a limp sack, deterring the only loving handful.
Exis is wack, disturbed and a grand lul.

I apologize.

[Scripter]

rip this vivid visual
gone to drastic measure
he ain't matching
the size of my poo
he's nicking probably snickering and predicting
dick in hand an some tissue
to wipe his lip he come a quip
when exis exits an shoot his pistol

[High Voltage]

Fuck Scripter!! I defy gravity with my pen.
The best Script you could ever Write? Would have you dying at the end.
What the Fuck? You trying to start a Trend of Measuring Poo?
Kleenex is Rich!! Thankx to all the Tissue you use...

[Certain]

Not even electricity could save dude from my blades that carve.
I'll make him scream Uncle before I Son Volt like Jay Farrar.

[Chyeahhh!!!]

man....you are one weird ass mofo
if they made a movie on your life, it'd be about some weird ass mofo

[e11even]

You're the microscopic epic type,
The I-need-phonics ghetto type.
The guy that never gets a life.
The only one that reps a pike.
Your house? an egg carton contraption,
You guzzle piss for electrolytes.
You muffle on dick and get the like
For scratch off ticks and extra bites.
For all these pipes you jump in on,
You deserve an extra life.

[Scripter]

cut once..he must be shredders.. mice
looks like he's looking to measure twice
he would go to any lengths just to get a like
thinking he has life in a better vice
the type to jump everyone
without his own ducks in a row
without his head screwed on right
this is what a white knight looks like
trying to sell his bull shit service stripe
I have peace in life
I can spare one for the Jesus hype
you can scratch my nuts an sniff them
like some nugs grown in halogen light

[Scripter]

Originally Posted by High Voltage

Fuck Scripter!! I defy gravity with my pen.
The best Script you could ever Write? Would have you dying at the end.
What the Fuck? You trying to start a Trend of Measuring Poo?
Kleenex is Rich!! Thankx to all the Tissue you use...

fuck me.. no fuck you
your pussy pink
and stink of fish shoo...
yeah he defies gravity..
outta habit he grabs the walls
of some dumb broads mauled cavity
till he's whooshing out
cause she had to badly pee
no reason for this douche
to be mad at me
Stayfree
your average...
why would you try to challenge me
your girl don't take you serious b
she going to call a G
wanting me to get in
see that pussy
she calls it gynecology

[e11even]

Originally Posted by Scripter

fuck me.. no fuck you
your pussy pink
and stink of fish shoo...
yeah he defies gravity..
outta habit he grabs the walls
of some dumb broads mauled cavity
till he's whooshing out
cause she had to badly pee
no reason for this douche
to be mad at me
Stayfree
your average...
why would you try to challenge me
your girl don't take you serious b
she going to call a G
wanting me to get in
see that pussy
she calls it gynecology

... And I thought you'd never return.
I guess a death is something better to earn?
Bullet to the chest whenever you yearn?
Sever the breath you measure, concerned
that somehow it matters each letter's preserved.
Nope. You'll get battered, and I'll shatter your laughable urge
To battle as if it's a passable turd.
Pass, as in the hot air that exits your ass...
And realize, that even in jest I damn near mean every word.

[Scripter]

I know you mean every word...
coming out your ass
when it has to do with hot gas
I laugh at the urge...
to bite your own ear
an smear shit on your own face
your a happy little turd
your batting average
ill just kick a field goal through the gap
in your teeth
I'm sure I wont be the first
to allow this dweller a hole...
cause paths they converge...

[e11even]

you are a netcees bastard child. I laugh aloud,
while you hunker in corners
watching me grubbing proud cuz you're not allowed.
The game is bleeding life while you suck out every fuckin ounce.
you get trounced day in and out...
you'd figure a ball guzzler would know how to bounce...
Scripturd is the butt of his own scriptures
And like his toys as a kid, his girl gets busted out.
Busted down. Cussin, fussin- he fucks without
his girl. Cuz since he sold his mustered clout
for the internet thug he bluffs about,
she'd rather have a real dick ta stuff her mouth.

[Urban Dialect]

when “it” drops it’s making ya eyes pop,
space aliens mutilate live stock,
invade ya cranium and fill it with my thoughts
u’ve been lost since u dropped out of Hogwarts,
go ahead.. work your magic and dark arts, .
i wanna see if scripter will fall for it,
If he does,
They’ll be waiting with lawnmowers
The ones he loves, beating him up more

[e11even]

I would diss the bitch above me, but there isn't one.
That trick'd get dissfigured, left limbless and missing tongue.
Listen son, one thing NOT TO DO is get this mission spun
Wrong. My dick dumb long, your chick flipped, lobbed spit, jumped on
and made your Jr.... now the bitch acts like YOU did sumn wrong.

sound familiar?

[Urban Dialect]

architect of da song, master builder
the structure of the rhyme scheme collapse and kills ya,
in a desert, in Dudeal trapped and sealed up
waiting for the day to drink the wrath that's in his cup
mount Sinai blast and erupts
u hear a voice from the fire commanding us
it terrifies ya, it puts the fear of god inside ya,
paralyze ya, got cha sinking in the mire
da flows muddy, who's this with his robes bloody?